Shall mourn no more as heretofore

because of her ill plight;

Although he see her now to be

a damn'd forsaken wight.

The tender Mother will own no other of all her numerous brood,

But such as stand at Christ's right hand acquitted through his Blood. The pious father had now much rather his graceless son should ly

In Hell with Devils, for all his evils, burning eternally.

Then God most high should injury,

by sparing him sustain;

And doth rejoice to hear Christ's voice adjudging him to pain.

Who having all both great and small, convinc'd and silenced,

Did then proceed their Doom to read, and thus it uttered.

Ye sinful wights, and cursed sprights, that work iniquity,

Depart together from me for ever

to endless Misery;

Your portion take in yonder Lake,

where Fire and Brimstone flameth: Suffer the smart, which your desert as it's due wages claimeth.

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They rack and charm each creature to explore

Some latent Quintessence, not known before:

Torture and squeeze out all its juice and blood,

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To try if they can now find out that GOOD

Which Solomon despair'd of, but at last On the same shore of Vanity are cast; The spade stops their career of Pride and Lust,

And calls them from their Clay into their Dust.

Leave off your Circles, Archimede, away, The King of Terrour calls, and will not stay:

Miser, kiss all your Bags, and then ly down;

Scholar, your Books; Monarch, yield up your Crown:

Give way, Wealth, Honour, Arts, Thrones,

back, make room,

Devils are Poutentates, and yet not blest. Go on, base dunghil-souls, heap gold as mire,

Sweep silver as the dust, emulate Tyre, Fill every Ware-house, purchase every Field,

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Add house to house, Pelion on Ossa build Get Mida's vote to transubstantiate Whate're you please all into golden plate; Build wider barns, sing requiem to your heart,

Feel your wealths pleasures only, not their

smart.

Except his Riches who for us was poor, Do sweeten those which Mortals so adore; Except sublimer wealth crown all the rest,

Devils have nobler Treasures, yet not blest. Cease then from vain delights, and let your mind

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That solid and enduring Goop to find, Which sweetens life and death, which will

encrease

On an immortal Soul, immortal peace;